Seungcheol stared at the mop of shining silver locks standing in front of him. He was in awe on how the soft moonlight illuminated his hair in the most beautiful and striking way; Hoshi seemed to be glowing under the moon, the star-filled night sky as his background. He was smiling at Seungcheol, brilliant and soft and warm, making his heart stutter in staccato inside his chest. The silver haired was beyond ethereal, magical. He was definitely a star – shining, sparkling, brilliant. He couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Hey,” Seungcheol said as he fully entered their room. “You’re still up,” he then noted. Hoshi was standing at the balcony, turning around when he heard the door open. The silver haired met him halfway. “Just waiting for you,” he told him, pinching Seungcheol’s cheeks. His heart lurched, giddiness swirling and churning. He made a face. “Did you miss me that much?” he joked. Hoshi smacked his arm. “Cheeky aren’t we,” he mused. Seungcheol shook his head, chuckling under his breath. “I was just at the beach with Jihoon,” he then said by way of explanation. The silver haired raised a brow. “Oh?” He looked surprised, the usual twinkle in his twinkling even more. Hoshi smiled widely. “Did you finally confess then?” he asked.

Just hearing those words made Seungcheol’s heart break. His smile was completely wiped out of his face, being replaced by a deep frown. Jihoon... Confession… Those two words in one sentence wasn’t what he wanted for them to talk tonight of all nights. He internally sighed.

He looked away from Hoshi’s inquisitive eyes. “I-I didn’t,” he answered. “I’m not planning on confessing,” he added, staring back at the other. Seungcheol didn’t want to confess – not to Jihoon. He pursed his lips and glanced down. Hoshi was now frowning at him. He didn’t want the silver haired to be sad because of him but it seemed like he’d have to hurt the star in order for his feelings to come across. He suppressed a desperate groan.

“Why?” Hoshi asked, sitting beside him. “It’s our last night here and it would have been the most perfect setting for confessing,” he stated, brows furrowing together. “You two were all alone by the beach under the starry sky – it’s got the best mood for romance and all that!”

Seungcheol bit his lower lip, his heart awfully breaking. “It just feels wrong,” he mumbled softly. “Confessing to Jihoon… it doesn’t feel right at all,” he weakly explained, gazing at Hoshi through his lashes. The silver haired took his hands and held them in his. He gave them a gentle squeezing, staring back at Seungcheol. “I thought you like Jihoon?” he asked. Seungcheol nodded his head. “I do,” he answered. “He’s a really great person,” he furthered. He breathed in. Well, this was it. “But I don’t like him in that way,” he explained. Hoshi had his brows furrowed together. It was obvious he was confused with what he said. “What?” the silver haired said, scrunching up his face. “You don’t like Jihoon in what way?”

A sigh escaped from him. “I don’t like like Jihoon,” Seungcheol replied. “I don’t like him in a romantic sense,” he furthered. “I like him the same way I like Jun, Jisoo, Seungkwan, and Seokmin. I only like him as a friend and nothing more. I don’t have any other feelings for him other than friendship,” he expounded, his words slow and clear.

Somehow, admitting it to Hoshi made him breathe a little better. He stared at the silver haired anxiously, heart stuttering inside his chest. Hoshi has a deep set frown etched on his face. It unnerved him how unfitting the expression was on the star. He